“Mr. Hollowell has been here,” she said, when Henderson returned.
“Old Jerry? He is a character.”
“Do you trust him?”
“It never occurred to me. Yes, I suppose so, as far as his interests go. He isn't a bad sort of fellow—very long-headed.”
“Dear,” said Margaret, with hesitation, “I wish you didn't have anything to do with such men.”
“Why, dearest?”
“Oh, I don't know. You needn't laugh. It rather lets one down; and it isn't like you.”
Henderson laughed aloud now. “But you needn't associate with Hollowell. We men cannot pick our companions in business and politics. It needs all sorts to keep the world going.”
“Then I'd rather let it stop,” Margaret said.
“And sell out at auction?” he cried, with a look of amusement.